I, ahem, need some maternity clothes.
Not 'cuz I'm pregnant. I just look like it thanks to Thrifty's Chocolate Malted Krunch ice cream. Oh, I remember those days when I could eat what I wanted and not worry a bit. Now, everything settles in the middle. A friend who lamented the same thing to her husband had to listen to him brag about how he could still wear his high school jeans. As he said this, he lifted his arms back behind his head revealing that yes, he really could wear the very same pants — only because he was not actually buttoning them.
I might try that.
My problem is I'm a stress eater who also suffers an extreme lack of will power when it comes to most treats, particularly chocolate and particularly this ice cream. The stuff is nearly impossible to find. I once made my husband drive me two hours up the road to Phoenix to a Water Mart store that carried Thrifty's ice cream. We ferried it home packed in dry ice.
I have since found the one store in town that carries Thrifty's. It's a seedy looking, independent convenience store, the kind of place that hobos stumble out of with a giant can of malt liquor swaddled in a paper bag. Oh the places I'll go for something I love to eat.
A spoonful of the cool chocolate creaminess, flecked with melt-in-your-mouth chocolate bits and studded with crunchy, marshmallowlike candies transports me back to the incinerator-hot desert summers of my youth. My younger brother and I and the neighborhood kids would trudge about a mile in the blistering sun to the nearest Thrifty's. I always picked Chocolate Malted Krunch, unless I had enough money for two scoops, in which case I'd throw on a scoop of coconut-pineapple. Weird together but good. The ice cream dude would pull out the crazy gun-shaped scooper that made these perfect cylindrical scoops, the exact same size as the eat-it-all cone.
I am such a nut job that I actually ordered a knock-off Thifty's scooper on eBay. Just didn't seem right to eat Chocolate Malted Krunch that was shaped like a regular ol' blob of ice cream.
Fitting, isn't it, that the scooper gun makes ice cream balls that look like pig snouts.
Oink oink.
5 comments:
Okay there are too many great things about this post: ice cream! Goofy ice cream "scoops"! Me nodding in agreement about needing "chubby" pants for my sweet tooth!
I don't even know what to say, except that I cracked up through most of it. I think I may need to get me one of those scoopers!
Hey there, I live within walking distance of the seedy store that sells the Thrifty ice cream. I'll admit though I have yet to go get some, because as soon as I do there isn o going back.
My husband goes there to get propane for the grill and each time he makes a solemn vow to not bring home ice cream.
awww, glad i made you gals laugh, jessica and lisa!
jacquelyn - i tell ya, i wish i had your willpower. i could not live that close and *not* hit that store every time i ran out of ice cream. you are too good. funny that the store creeps me out since the neighborhoods all around it are very cute. my kids went to daycare just down the street. yeah, i used to have a loooooot of ice cream back then. :)
@Kcookski Hi, I was wondering if you anyone that is selling a Thrifty's ice cream scooper for a decent price? i want to get it for my mother as a present.
Thanks :)
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